simply-mira
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"Did they fly by for you?" Yeah it was hard to believe it had been ten years, but Mira wouldn't say they flew by for her. Nursing school had been intense, and long, and she definitely had at least on breakdown a semester. She could only imagine law school had to have been much of the same, if not worse. "Yeah you listing all of that out is giving me a migraine. Are you able to ever shut all that out, at least for a few hours?" When Iris asked about Mira, she let her head fall to the side as she thought. "Good, honestly pretty bored. Everyone moved away from town and things became pretty mundane." These texts and everything that came with them was the most social entertainment Mira had since high school. "How are you feeling about these texts?" Iris had been hell bent in school about not letting anything from that party get out, Mira could only imagine how she was feeling about this anonymous pain in the ass.
"Yeah, it really has been. Can't believe ten years flew by like that." Of course she could, Iris had tried to make it that way. Had stopped thinking about St. Mary's and Chris and everything out the second she had graduated and went to university. Honestly, sometimes it felt like it hadn't been long enough. "I know, I'm just all over the place which is so unlike me. With the video and flood watch, my step mother, the texts and worrying about cases for my job - it's a lot but I'm paying attention now, it's fine." She couldn't afford to be absentminded, that wasn't allowed for Iris. She had to be on her game at all times. "How have you been?"
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"i don't think you're alone in that," mira murmured, looking out at all the people around them coming in and out of the carnival. children with face paint and parents holding overpriced toys. "it sounds like most of our classmates that left town haven't really been back to a carnival since... well high school." she shrugged. she definitely hadn't gone the last few years. but that had been because she had been working. maybe she would have gone otherwise. maybe not. "hope it's everything you dreamed."
setting: event 3: the carnival
tagged: @classcursestarters
Arjun stopped in his tracks as soon as he'd walked into the carnival, taking it all in and feeling a wave of nostalgia for this town he hadn't felt since arriving. It had been so easy to put a wall up between Lincoln City and who he was now. It was still there, obviously, but there was also a childlike wonder clawing it's way over the top. "I don't think I've been to a carnival in...fuck, it's been over a decade. I didn't realize they still did this here."
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who: @nicholaslehoy
where: carnival
sometimes mira felt as though she was a ghost within lincoln city. quiet, observant, dressed in black, most people either didn't take note of her or the ones that did, looked at her like she was some kind of phantom. it had been funny in high school. now, ten years later, she would just like to be perceived as normal.
walking through the carnival and saying hello to the people that left a neutral taste in her mouth post graduation, mira wasn't even sure why she came. just to be apart of something again? or because she couldn't stay away from the drama she was certain would come out of an event this big.
noticing nicholas lehoy sizing up one of the dozen carnival games, she smirked to herself as she said. "gonna try to use all your athleticism to win?" most of these games were rigged, so athletic or not, it wouldn't help someone. "try not to take it to heart when you lose."
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"i was just saying it's good to see you again, it's been a while." mira brought the straw of her grape slushie up to her lips and took a long sip as she took in iris. they had known each other in high school. in fact, iris has been the only one that knew mira was apart of the newspaper, and also, the two had kind of become a little team once chris disappeared. mira helping discover secrets about people that iris could then use to blackmail them with. kinda fucked up but, they were seventeen year old girls. what did you expect, right? "your mind seems to be moving a mile a minute. you okay?"
setting: event 3: the carnival
tagged: @classcursestarters
Iris had already been here for a lot longer than she had planned and there was nothing that she hated more than her plans going awry. Why didn't the universe realize she was right? What she wanted to happen was the thing that should happen? It was exhausting. The last thing she wanted right now was to be at some carnival thrown by this fucking town but she had her part to play and if she played nicely, she could go...or at least that's what she was telling herself. Enough Xanax was currently flowing through her veins that she could almost be nice, almost. But that almost meant she was not paying attention at all to what was being said to her right now. "Sorry, sorry, what were you saying? Were you talking to me?"
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mira had been mindlessly enjoying her funnel cake when she heard the person nearby speak up, and realizing that vivian wasn't with anyone, mira deduced she was kind of just speaking to the world as a whole? clearly mira was the only one listening. looking up at the ferris wheel, the dark haired women raised her brows before looking back at vivian. "oh yeah? it's pretty high. good for you if you actually get on it." mira would definitely be keeping her feet on the ground. mostly because she didn't trust these rides or the 19 year old kids that operated them.
but when vivian said she'd be staying on the ground for now, mirk smirked to herself and nodded, almost as if she predicted how that whole idea would end. "oh yeah, no. not a ride person. maybe if we were at an actual amusement park but i don't trust anything that is built with the intention to be setup and broken down within 36 hours. currently, my plan is to finish this fried dough and then maybe get some more in the form of fried oreos. have you ever had those before? they're incredible."
maybe its the drinks that she had prior to arriving to the carnival , but vivian couldn't help but feel distracted from the messages as soon as she laid eyes on the ferris wheel . vivian's fear of heights was forever at odds with the memory of her jumping off the roof of her house as a teenager . . . although the smaller things got the higher she went made her nervous , it was the encouragement of her missing neighbor who gave her the bravery she needed to just . . . leap . he always was there to break her fall and that's what vivian suspects made her fear tolerable . except , he wasn't here anymore and the fear remained the same . " i'm going to get on that ride by the end of the night . " vivian announced nervously as she dug into the box of popcorn in her possession , cheese dust lingering on her fingers as she popped one right into her mouth as if keeping her mind distracted from the spiraling reason why she was at the carnival in the first place . she was in the carnival because she wanted to , not because of the dare . . . heather's voice echoed in her mind , but it still flickered in the face of the supposed joy that failed to register in her heart . " just . . . not right now . i kinda need to prepare for it . " typical of her to backtrack , vivian cleared her throat as she glanced over at her companion , a smile blossoming on her lips . " what about you ? is there something you want to do next ? "
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𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖: 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌
mira was expecting this police interview to be quick and painless. she had nothing to hide, because she hadn't really known much about that night to begin with. in high school she was often on the outskirts of everything. even the newspaper, her fellow writers did not know her identity. just that someone was writing a gossip column and that it was somehow appearing in every issue.
so when the cop came into the interrogation room and gave her a polite smile, she knew they also were aware that this was merely a formality. they weren't expecting her to know anything.
"where were you on the night of christopher wilder’s disappearance?"
the woman asked, bored and like she was reading from a transcript. so... they were asking these questions to everyone, then? that's how it seemed. "i was at dante's party, like all of my other classmates." she answered, deciding not to elaborate. if they had follow up questions they would ask it, but she didn't have anything else to give.
"when was the last time you saw christopher?"
she thought for only a moment. the truth was, during the party it felt like christopher was everywhere and nowhere. she could hear his voice from a nearby room, but did she ever really see his face? maybe once or twice in passing, but it's not like they were close. they didn't speak or have any real connection. in fact, if it weren't for the fact that chris went missing all those years ago, mira might not actually have remembered much of chris at all. "uh... maybe around 10:30? with all of his jock friends in the living room? we weren't anything more than acquaintances, so i think we just drifted around each other at the party. didn't really interact." she added one more thing before they moved on. "i didn't follow the kids out to the lake. the ones that went there. that was when i went home."
"what was your relationship with christopher?"
she pursed her lips and gave them a half hearted shrug. "like I said, kinda just went to school together. we didn't have very many overlapping interests, and i didn't have a lot of friends back then... so. i think maybe we sat next to each other in class... twice in the four years? sorry i can't be more help."
clearly the cop agreed. either mira wasn't helpful or she wasn't interesting enough to keep interviewing. after those three questions, she was good to go home. so she did.
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Coffee was a godsend when you worked as long as Mira did, it's how she made it through the first few hours of her shift. He shift didn't start for about thirty minutes, and was close, so she was taking a breather outside before the chaos of the day. Surprised to hear a familiar voice, Mira turned to see the seat that was once empty was now occupied. "Oh, no, not yet. I go in tomorrow. I'm guessing you did?"
tagging: @classcursestarters.
location: outdoor, public bench.
"did you ..." pink ballerina tipped fingernails tap against the plastic of her to-go cup of strawberry-lavendar matcha, stella's current hyperfixtation of the season, doe eyes widening as she leans towards the other, her southern drawl dropping into a whisper drifting in the wind. "did you, by any chance, have an odd interaction with law enforcement recently?"
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"michael, everything you do has always surprised me." and yet it hadn't. michael's decisions often felt rash or sporadic, but at the end of the day, mira was so used to him being so fucking random that she knew to be on her toes around him. not to really expect... anything. but she was glad he had no intention to lead the church, power hungry men of god had never been good for society, and she was scared what someone like michael would do with all that power. feeling her skin crawling ever since his hand found her shoulder, the dark haired woman, decided she had enough of this interaction. enough dancing around each other and saying too much or too little. the fact of the matter was that no one was going to be leaving lincoln city for at least a few weeks, and she couldn't help but think that the police investigations were just the start of this. she'd have plenty more interactions with michael, to try to sus out what he was really doing and his intentions. "well, i just came to pick up a book. and i found it," she said, holding up the book she had found moments before running into him. "and i want to go home and read it... so. see you around, michael." try not to get crushed under your own ego.
whether god had spoken to him or not , he carried himself as if he was the chosen one , hand picked by their holy father to speak . out in the world , it worked well for him . the love and adoration only continued to grow since his high school days , without the fuel of illicit substances , he could truly appreciate the attention he was getting … file and remember it . he didn't have any animosity to mira , the questions that were coming not causing a shift in his attitude as he continued with his angelic outer shell . it was a shame that she didn't lean into it , didn't spend time trying to get to know michael more because he truly would have been full of praise and flattery . it was hard to understand why somebody wouldn't want to be close to that , close to him , close to god . " i'm sure it is , you're doing an amazing job , for the greater good , continued encouragement , his smile tilted at the edges , inviting and sweet . he lets out a small laugh at the question , a shake of the head , " no . i think that mr gordon does a fantastic job of leading the church , " and he wasn't too sure if that was true or if he was just another power parasite as many turned out to be but he was definitely going to back him up . he didn't know the man enough to want to preach about the opposite . " i never really dreamed of leading a church , it's enough for me to set a good example for other young people and stand side by side with those who were called to that type of role , " now , that's true . michael doesn't want to lead , with great power comes a lot more criticism and people focusing more on your every move . he wanted to stay just to the left , where all the positivity , compliments and attention laid but if he made a wrong move , there was still room for forgiveness and love . " does that surprise you ? "
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she wasn't sure if mira didn't understand what she meant or was just playing dumb like the rest of their classmates but cherry was sure somebody would crack . between the insane people and the just stupid , there was no doubt that someone would let something slip and they'd all be trying to dig their way out . ( that wasn't even considering most people were ready to throw each other under the bus ) . " not a good mindset , that's for sure , " she simply responds as she grabs the last few things from the farmers market and dumps them in her bag . " anyway , i have to go and stand in the kitchen while my mom makes dinner , " with a fake smile , " stay out of trouble , mira . if we go down we go together , or whatever the chainsmokers said , " spoken over her shoulder as she takes off .
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"You could've easily denied the invitation." She explained, wondering what happened if any of her classmates hadn't come home for the alumni event. Did the police reach out to them and request they return back to Lincoln City ASAP? Or did those lucky few get to stay home in blissful ignorance? If only Mira didn't live in Lincoln City, she would've had her answer.
Letting out a soft sigh and making a show of thinking over her response, it wasn't as exciting as Mira was making it out to be. "Good, working at the hospital," she motioned down at the black scrubs she was wearing, as if she almost didn't need to to say her job out loud for it to be obvious. "Going to therapy. I have a cat now, which I think is the highlight."
She brought the paper bag holding her prescription up to her mouth to bite on it, holding it between her teeth as she quickly swept her long dark hair up in a messy bun. "What about you? What's going on with you?"
Rhys rests his forehead against his arm that's resting on the nearest surface. There's music softly playing through his earbuds to tune out the noise around him. He has a massive headache and the last thing he wants to do is deal with people around him. He taps his foot against the floor to the beat of the music, thinking about how he could have made this song slap better. It's one of his favorite things to do, pick music apart and fix it later.
He lifts his head up to see Mira, realizing he's not in a typical spot. It's not some cafe or diner. It's a store where people pick up pills. He lifts his hand up to pluck the earbud out of his ear. He coughs, waiting to catch her attention and when he does, the biggest smile curves his features. "In the flesh," he keeps his gaze on her as she approaches him.
"Yeah, I don't think we were given much of a choice." He thinks about the Facebook post on a daily, sometimes he wishes he ignored it. What would have happened? Would this person have come and killed him for not listening? What was the point? There were a million questions that constantly ran through Rhys head. "How have you been?"
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well now mira definitely regretted the fact that she had missed the alumni event. it hadn't been so long since that cherry could have fan into multiple people to put a sour taste in her mouth, so mira was betting whatever or whoever was the cause had been during the event or the subsequential lockdown after. against, she didn't comment. she just let out a soft hum as she contemplated her thoughts. "make a confession?" what kind of confession could be made, unless cherry was insinuating that someone had something to do with chris's disappearance? unless she was referencing the god awful dare box. either way, mira was sure any new information would be good for the cops and she wondered if anyone's lips had loosened "its been ten years. who knows what mindset everyone is in." or how stable they were.
had she ran into someone that left a bad taste in her mouth ? she wasn't the type of person to hold back from saying what was really on her mind but she was also guarded . there were parts of her that were always held back because she didn't want to seem weak , like a cry baby . she was just an overgrown little girl who had never learned how to process things the right way . " not just one , " she settles on admitting , the sea of faces flowing back into town something that she didn't enjoy even if she pretended that she was cool with being angry , torn up . in a way , at least it was some emotion rather than the way everything had blended into the same melancholy over the last few years especially . " i'm sure they'll fly by … too many big reps on the line , " not her . never her . " unless someone decides to make a confession … but i've never known anyone around here to grow a conscience . " that was the main thing that had ended up binding them together in their false sense of security .
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Anya Chalotra as Yennefer of Vengerberg
The Witcher Season 3 Episode 4
#{they count me out time and time again || mira gautham}#{i'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night || visage}
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it was a scoff and an eye roll that answered michael. honestly, she wasn't as surprised this was the route he had followed after what she had known and seen of michael in high school. he had always wanted to be loved and fawned over, what better way to do that then by becoming a member of the church? not only were people congregating to listen to you speak, they held you in such high regard it was almost as if you were god himself. isn't that was people believed, a priest was who god spoke to? she scoffed once more, this time at her thoughts. eyes narrowing at his comment, because everything that came out of his mouth felt passive aggressive, she just said, "it's very rewarding." humming as she listened to him, wanting to call bullshit on it all, mira's head fell to the side as she continued to look him over. what was his goal? that's what she couldn't figure out. surely the attention and trust people put in him wasn't enough to keep this up. she doubted he found being a priest gratifing. "so whats next? are you planning on moving back to lincoln city to take over as head of the church?"
it was masterful , there was no flaw to his performance . sometimes when you acted for long enough , you forgot that there was any other way to be . his persona was curated , beautiful , graceful … it was near impossible to trigger any other sign of life , pressure points not reactive . ( even his parents might have struggled to recognise their once unruly son ) . " someone has to be holding all these souls in their prayers , " immediate response , not downplaying her role in the saving of lives although he didn't , in all honesty , know what exactly she did do . " it's nice that you have a job that helps others … it really shows the quality of your heart , " compliments with ease , not really picking up on the touch subject because he had always been tactile , nothing changing with his new disposition . he didn't attempt to reach out again but warmth still buzzed from his features as his fingertips brushed across the cross that was worn around his neck . he leans back , " apologies , " marked and quick resolution . his thumb is brushing over the indents of the silver ring on his index finger , wondering if she is waiting for some massive admittance , " i woke up one day and realised that something was missing from my life … that the party was over and nothing had came out of it . i spent a few weeks wondering what to do next , coming down from everything i'd pumped into my body since graduation … and then i realised that life has so mean something greater for us all . there's something intrinsically linking us all together , humanity and faith . i was guided to find it at just the right time to stop me from falling foul to my own sinful path . "
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Do you want to tell the truth?
About what, exactly?
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what was your first thought when the police said they'd found something of chris'?
honestly? that the cops seem pretty incompetent if it took them ten years to find anything that belonged to chris.
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sometime's mira's days were long, and exhausting, and could feel like she didn't have a moment to think. today was one of those days. and when that happened, she often found herself decompressing after work at the same restaurant, sitting at the bar with a glass of wine and some food in front of her. so that had been the plan. she parked her car and began to walk towards the entrance, and then saw a familiar face coming the opposite way. "tired, how's my favorite bartender?" she answered his question with an ease, already debating going somewhere else for the night if zeppelin was off. brows raising at his question, because they had never spent time outside of the confines of that building, mira debated her answer for a full minute. she wasn't lying, she was tired. she had just come off at fourteen hour shift... but the spur of the moment idea seemed fun. "that sounds like an ominous invite, where are we going?" she asked, her answer given in her own question.
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 , @simply-mira .
getting out of work , zeppelin grabbed his things and exited the restaurant . a deep breath escaping his lips as he stood out in the back , the 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 and 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 being something somewhat relaxing for the split second as he stood there . finally , he pulled his keys out of his pocket and started to move towards the parking lot . it was then that he saw the familiar face , a smile pulling at the corners of his lips . ❛ how's my favorite customer ? ❜ he teased before looking over at his car and then back at the girl . ❛ you wanna go somewhere with me ? ❜ getting out of there with someone he 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 liked sounding like a great idea in that moment .
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mira tried to keep her initial response to cherry's comment to herself. she didn't want her thoughts and ideas to be known by everyone, and so she had learned over the years to try to not react to the things people around her were saying. because if she pursed her lips and raised her brows in surprise and entertainment, maybe cherry wouldn't be so vocal next time. "it feels like you..." are projecting? no, can't say that. "ran into someone that left a bad taste in your mouth." there, that was vague enough. but not untrue. if cherry was talking about how she never wanted to see anyone that left again, that would probably be because of someone coming home, right? "depends on how quick these police interviews go, right?" knowing how slow the police could be at times, mira wouldn't be shocked if these interviews took at least a month. "have you been called into the station yet?"
she might have sensed there was something up with mira if she cared but cherry was far too self involved , focused only on how things had affected her . the returned question almost makes her scoff but managing to stay composed , she offers a response that says it all , " i would have died happy if i never saw a single soul that came back again , " but that wasn't the truth , cherry would never have died happy because she was too busy feeling sorry for herself . there were a lot of people she had once been close to that were filtering back into her life and it was an unfortunate combination of her own stubbornness and a feeling of betrayal that kept her fuelled with the wish that they'd never shown up at all . " i wouldn't worry though , i'm sure they'll be speeding out of here in no time … this is just a little pit stop on memory lane to make them feel like they paid their dues , " as if staying gave her some sort of superiority .
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